Summary - The infamous Harley Quinn finds herself in quite the tricky situation when she is held captive by the equally infamous Scarecrow. (A commission for the very kind and wonderfully sweet @forthegothicheroine)
“Did you think, all those years ago, when you sat coyly in my office, batting those beautiful lashes and begging me for an extension to your paper, that it would end up like this?” Crane asked, gripping Harley’s chin in a spindly hand. “I refused you then, professional judgement, but I always knew I would have you like this. Spread around me like a common whore.”
Baby blues painfully wide and fluttering anxiously as muffled words struggled to break through the thick cotton gag which looped around her mouth, Harley was every inch the perfect little doll in his grasp; a beautiful victim with her bottle-blonde hair fanned out around her head like an angelic halo as she shook her head against the darkened sheets she found herself pinned against.
Crane’s cock was hard, almost uncomfortably so, and he rubbed it along her slickened folds, enjoying the shudder which crossed her muscular frame as her body betrayed her, the wetness there giving him all the consent he needed. Her skin was soft, like velvet coated steel due to her years of physicality and gymnastics, and it gave her a strength which he himself lacked. But here she was, presented before him like a delightful gift – one which begged to be unwrapped as her mouth and hands remained restrained to prevent any hope of escape.
A soft grunt fled his throat as his long fingers gripped her creamy hips, the indents of his fingertips brutal enough to guarantee at least a light bruise, and the hold allowed him solid purchase as he snapped his hips forward and buried himself within her in a single, violent thrust. Her warmth was immediate, and his grunt dissolved into a low, languid groan – one which only increased in volume as he slowly slid free, her walls delightfully flush around him. The loss of contact barely had time to resister as he slammed himself forward once more, his groin flush against her thick thighs.
It was addictive.
So hot and warm around him as her eyes blinked away discomforted tears. Muffled cries making her breasts bounce in such a way that Crane found it difficult to decided where to pin his hot gaze. She enthralled him; every inch of her perfect frame a siren-like call as he found himself unable to resist having her in the way he knew that so few others had.
Stretched around his cock, her walls fluttered around him greedily, pulling him in closer with every jerk of his cock and the fingers of his left hand dropped free of her hips to trail up her heaving stomach. Tracing a soft line up her abdomen, his fingers paused to tweak almost playfully at her hardened nipple before tapping along the swell of her collarbone.
“A beautiful little doll.” Crane growled, wrapping his fingers around her neck as she swallowed in panic and thrashed below him. “Just perfect to be used.”
His lazy thrusting and musings were cut short by a very deliberate sensation against his lower back as the heel of her right foot came to tap roughly at the base of his spine.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Three distinct movements and the feel of them made his hands drop from her neck immediately as though the skin there had burned his palms. With a deft swiftness, he loosened the fabric gag and pulled it free of her mouth as his hips stilled; his cock still buried within her cunt, but unmoving as his analytical gaze swept across her face to search for an answer he knew would soon be revealed.
“Harleen?” Crane prompted; his voice softened from its previous aggression as he allowed her to settle her frantic breathing. “Do you need water? Loosened?”
“No.” Harley stuttered out. “I’m – I’m okay. Just feeling a bit, y’know.” Her words were shaky and Crane could see the shadows in her eyes, the panic there which she was so valiantly trying to hide behind a soft, placating smile.
“Do you want to stop?” His other hand still planted on her creamy hip, Crane stroked the skin there gently with the sides of his fingers. It was a simple gesture which replaced his unspoken concerns as he gazed down at her.
“Not yet.” She confirmed before pausing. “But maybe – maybe don’t put your hand on my neck again, okay?”
Her eyes, so big and blue, blinked at him and a warmth which had nothing to do with the arousal which still burned within his veins swept through his chest.
“Of course.” Crane agreed as his hips moved slowly once again, allowing Harley to set the pace a little more as he pretended to forget to reapply the thick fabric of her gag.
some of y'all are way too comfortable romanticizing rape and domestic abuse. it's actually not a "cute little trope" for you to use in whackass smut fanfictions, that's actually people's reality
It had been an easy thing for her to send her application to Arkham Asylum and get her summer internship of 6 weeks there. It would help her understand psychology more, too. Danny was very against the idea of his big sister going to Gotham! But she got him to say yes after she said she would be protected. She has the Fenton Peeler and similar,
Danny wasn't sure about it and asked a few ghosts to take care of her. In return, they can go to the human world without him attacking them.
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Jazz liked it in Amity Park; the true few patients and workers looked as if the Director was crazy to allow Jazz, a 16-year-old girl, to intern in Arkham. But all is well; till her last day, all was well.
Then it was a massive breakout of Scarecrow and Joker. Harley made her way to Ivy to protect the young girl! Harley was 100% against her being even near Arkham!
They saw her in a room in armor with a massive, flaming knight who had his sword out.
Jazz:" Fright! Release Joker and Mr. Crane now! I am not sure if they can take your horror dimension."
And now Jazz has to get Fighty to release both when people around her are totally okay with letting Joker and Scarecrow be in that dimension!
This is not okay!
Affections + First Kiss — General! Scarecrow, Riddler, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Catwoman x gn! reader
summery: affection and first kiss headcanons.
tw: mentions of abuse (physical and verbal), mentions of toxic dynamics
a/n: I've never wrote headcanons for multiple characters in one thing before, so enjoy! I love them all.
wc: 2k
Master List
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Scarecrow
❥Jonathan wasn’t used to a kind touch. Being bullied growing up, being beaten by the bat. No, all he knew was the harsh touch of a fist. The relentless shoves. The purpling of bruises that always showed after. The red blood that would drip from his nose. The burning hatred that steadily grew towards those who wronged him.
❥So when you came into his life, he would flinch if you raised a hand. He would unconsciously back away. The warmth in his heart that you stirred was unusual to him, a feeling he’s never felt towards anyone. He was used to the bitterness after an interaction, not longing.
❥You eased him into it. Only when you two started dating did he ever think twice about your touch. He knew you held back your affections. He watched you lift a hand up, only to bring it back down to your side. And to Jon, that meant the world. He felt relief when you didn’t push him into uncomfortable territory, and he respected you all the more for it.
❥Although a part of him wished you would hold him. Touch him. He wondered if your skin felt as soft as it looked. Though he also feared that your touch would sting, and the comfort you brought would be no more. No, he would never reach out first.
❥Starting out slow, he let you hold his shoulder. No matter how careful you’ve been for however long, you slipped slightly. It was a gesture not many think twice about. Holding onto someone's shoulder as you look over them, holding onto them for balance. It was only when you felt him tense under you, his ramblings pausing, that you realized your mistake. Yet, Jon had only reassured you that you did nothing wrong.
❥Having realized that Jon seemed to open your touch, you continued. Lightly brushing your hands, shoulder touches, even just sitting closer. It was like you were single handedly rewiring Jon’s brain, teaching him that not all touch hurts. That he too deserves a kind hand. The flinching had dulled, and he would even look forward to you being near him.
❥So when you finally got to kiss him? He was a dead man. You got him hook line and sinker. I hope you weren’t expecting to leave him any time soon, because after you opened him into a world of warm affection, he doesn’t want to let go.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Riddler
❥Touch is a big no no. Similar to Jonathan, Edward had been bullied from a young age. Teased and ridiculed, shoved and hit. If not from his peers, then from his own father. His world was cruel for as long as he could remember. In fact, his brain started to warp, perceiving the hits as a form of love, no matter how hard he tried to deny it.
❥Edward Nygma is a touch starved man. He longs for the comforts others seem to get so seamlessly. Yet at the same time, he doesn’t want anyone touching him. Tap his shoulder if you dare.
❥You were no different, at first. You quickly caught on to his distaste of touch when he reprimanded someone for getting a little too friendly with him. But you managed to weasel your way into his estranged heart. With how respectful and kind you were, he quickly found himself ensnared with your affection. Even hands free you managed to boost his ego and make him feel, should he dare say, loved for. You gave him praise that he had longed for, which earned you a seat right by his side.
❥It was also partly to keep a closer eye on you. Part of him preened at your praise, and another was weary. Why were you so kind? He was a well known criminal, he knew better than to just believe you were doing it out of the kindness of your heart. Y’know the saying, keep your friends close and your enemies closer.
❥I honestly don’t know how you deal with it. He always tries to catch you off guard with a riddle or puzzle. He pushes you away by ridiculing you and belittling you. Yet you won’t stop. You keep spilling his praises, and it’s so baffling to him. Yes, he is the smartest man in the world, but you managed to become a riddle. Good luck now.
❥When you first touched him, it was an innocent hug. He had managed to pull off a heist and got away from Batman without a scratch! Of course he had no doubts about his success, you didn’t either. When he got back to the hideout, you were clapping while singing his praises. Edward felt on top of the world, adrenaline rushing through his veins. When your arms wrapped around him, your scent clouding his thoughts, your warmth leaching into him, he found himself reciprocating.
❥Now, whether your dating or you’re just friends, it matters little to the green clad man. You had given him a taste of a touch he’s always longed for. And he realized that he’s more comfortable around you than he’d like to admit. He never reaches out first, but he’ll never turn you down if you want to hold his arm.
❥His teasing towards you turns lighter, just as his heart feels. So when you finally seal the deal with a kiss, he’ll make sure you never slip through his fingers.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Harley Quinn
❥She will smother you with affection right out the bat. Hugs, hand holding, kisses, you name it. You don’t even have to date her for her to leave a smooch on your lips. Harley Quinn easily trusts people, and you’re no exception. She finds comfort in touch, so why should she deny herself it? She also finds it expresses her genuine affection for you in ways she couldn’t verbalize.
❥If you don’t like PDA, please tell her right away. She doesn’t understand it, I mean why wouldn’t you want to show your love to the world? But she also doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, so if you wanna keep it behind closed doors, she’ll try her best. But don’t be too surprised if she sneaks in a little smooch or hug if no one’s looking.
❥Harley Quinn is one of the most affectionate rogues out there. But it’s not always sunshine and rainbows with her. She had been in a seriously abusive relationship, and you have to help her remember that she doesn’t have to walk on eggshells around you. That no matter the argument, you won’t raise your hand to strike her. It takes her a long time to come out of that headspace, if ever. It’s a good thing you’re by her side to help coax her into healthier practices.
❥If we want to get a little darker, Harley may try to treat you like the Joker treated her. It’s scary to see her go from bubbly to dark. Her features twisted into a wicked sneer as she asks that you’ll never leave her. That no matter what, you’ll always love her. During these moments, you gotta stand up for yourself. She’s trying to gain a sense of control she never felt in her previous relationship, and you have to make her snap out of it. When she comes to and realizes what she just did, the look of utter terror in her eyes is the most heart wrenching thing. She’ll sob, pleading that she didn’t mean to, that she never wanted you to go through that, that she’s terrified of becoming him.
❥Please hug her, kiss her, squeeze her gently. She loves it. All Harley wants is to be loved and to love, and getting affection shows her how genuine you are and is the biggest comfort for her. Feeling your warmth, feeling the softness of your skin, it brings her peace.
❥The first time you made the first move to kiss Harley, she nearly did a backflip. Her little sugar plum made the first move! I hope you didn’t have anything planned, because Harley won’t let you go for the rest of the day.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Poison Ivy
❥I’m not sure how you weren’t just killed or turned into one of her goons. She’s not one for humanity. She keeps a sharp eye on those who dare tread into her territory. There’s no way to beat around it. She drugs you, finding out what your true intentions are. It has to be something she deems worthy enough to keep you around. She barely puts up with Harley as it is.
❥Once you gain your free will again, you have to continuously prove your loyalty. Of course she can guarantee it herself if she has to, but you’ve managed to catch her eye. So prove your worth to her, prove that her interest in you isn’t just a mistake. It will take a long time. She’s been wronged one too many times, and she won’t make that mistake again.
❥Even if you manage to gain her trust, she won’t drop her walls around you. Though she’s a bit nicer. Ivy knows that a person works better with praise, but she also means it deep down. She doesn’t say what she doesn’t mean, so don’t take her words for granted. Not that you really can when her perfume scent always seems to cloud your senses.
❥You let Ivy make the first move when it comes to touch. For a seductress, she won’t touch you if she doesn’t have to. Not to mention the toxins that fill her blood. Who knew if one tap on her shoulder meant your certain doom…but maybe that was a bit of the thrill you loved when being by her side. Though you’ve seemed to find a small soft spot in her heart, right next to Harley Quinn. She wouldn’t tell you that though, best to leave you on your toes lest you get too comfortable.
❥After going so long without a single touch from the green goddess, when she started playing with your hair, you found yourself seizing up. Ivy brushed her fingers through it so gently, yet all you could wonder is if it was finally over. If she grew bored of you, or if she started to find you bothersome. But her gentle reassurances lulled you. Her warm voice and gentle hands relaxed you. It was then that you realized her affections for you ran deeper than she led on.
❥You’re first kiss was electrifying. That underlying thrill that your life was held in her hands. That she killed men with the very action she committed tenderly with you. Yet deep down you knew she wouldn’t hurt you.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Catwoman
❥It's not easy catching her attention. She won’t settle for less than perfection. She is catwoman after all, she has a reputation to uphold. So when she looked at you, and I mean really looked at you, she decided why not have a little fun? Whether you’re a villain, anti-hero, vigilante, or civilian, she’ll take time out of her busy schedule to drop by.
❥She likes to give mixed signals. It keeps you far enough for her to feel in control, yet it also satiates her hunger. She’ll lean in real close, only to grab something from behind you type of beat. She loves to watch you become a stuttering mess, but she doesn’t mind if you banter back. It’s all a part of the fun.
❥No matter how close you seem to get, you’re somehow still a mile away from Selina. She slips away from your affection without you even realizing it. She always turns the moment into a suggestive one. If she left it tender, then it would be too real. It takes time for her to warm up to you and really trust you.
❥If anything, the first kiss happens before anything truly tender. The kiss catches you both off guard, neither sure who started it. Selina tries to wrap it into something that doesn’t make her heart stutter. Tries to turn it suggestively like she always does, but with the way you tenderly hold her cheeks, she feels herself melt. Finally, she succumbs to these feelings you managed to stir within her, and she isn’t sure if she wants to thank you or curse you out. Maybe she’ll settle for a dinner, tab on you of course.
Harley + Joker [Reluctant team-up, they want nothing to do with each other]
Killer Croc
Scarecrow
Penguin
TW: Use of the word 'Mommy', 'Daddy', and Dumb-ifying/Babying.
For the Yandere Archtypes: https://www.tumblr.com/helpfandom/724022554446135296/types-of-yandere?source=share Once, again, yandere_auxillary made it, I just can't find them for some reason.
I set apart Harley and Joker because they would be different depending on if they are together or not, hence why there are two versions of each. One alone, and one together.
Harley: See, her characteristics when alone would be, Impulsive, Delusional, Sadistic, and Clingy. Sadistic and Clingy are supposed as opposing forces, but it's actually not true. Her sadism comes from the fact that she doesn't mind see you get hurt trying to escape, {and even slightly enjoys it}. Her clinginess comes from never having this feeling before as a kid, or even towards a kid, and her being confused, even a little scared of this feeling. She doesn't try to find out more about you, she's delusional after all, she truly thinks that you're just like her. Her delusions are something that you will just have to deal with, as she completely believes that you love her too. To break her delusions would end with Reader being harmed physically, or to end up locked alone in a room, waiting for her to open up the door and let you back out. She's impulsive in that she is quick to kidnap, not even knowing your name at that point, but knows she wants to be your Momma. She doesn't stalk you, she's too impatient for that, but she keeps you in her mind. The next time she sees you, she attempts to kidnap you. She would fight Joker for you. She's not always going to be there for you to be considered her 'kid', nor will she truly take care of you fully. Not enough for a developing child. "Momma's here!~ Come here baby, Mommy got some new jewelry for her baby. Just let Mommy take care of you!"
Joker: Yikes. Good luck. Sadistic, Impulsive, Possessive, some of the worst traits to have. He would be fully willing to push you into acid like he fell into, if it meant having you stick around with him. He would not entertain the idea of you even having other parents. Not even Harley could attempt to take you away from him. He's always been shown to be impulsive, and possessive, with Episode 47, season 1, when Harley teams with Poison Ivy. Imagine that, but much much worse. He would refuse to let anyone get close to you. He would feel nothing but glee when you try to escape, only to be harmed by his hyena's. He found a kid {you} and decided to try to poison you against Batman, quickly kidnapping you and taking you home. Finding your uncaring attitude intriguing and hilarious. He will constantly take you places, only to kill or threaten the people who try to help you, and then take you back home where he tries to get you to help with a plan. He's gritting his teeth together, fed up with you refusing to help him. "Listen here kid. You're going to help me with my next thing, or your other-family says beddy bye."
Harley + Joker: Impulsive is the one thing that the two share from their alone counterparts. (Surprising, considering what they shared, but I'll explain.) Self-Indulgence, is the next characteristic that they have. Despite all that they share, they bounce off of each other with jealousy, causing their Sadism to in fact, go away, because they are busy trying to poison you against the other. Terms like: "Come here suga', Mommy's got you some brand new jewlery, did Daddy get you some jewlery? Well, it's not as shiny as Mommy's is it? or "Doll, did Mommy get you some cheap-o jewlery? Well, good thing that Daddy got some candy for you!" are commonplace and you half-way expect it to be quite honest. They often fight and make-up, before fighting the next day and making-up the next. Wash, Rinse, and Repeat. As much as they hate each other and the way that the other parent raises you, they hate the alternative to leaving, or making the other susceptible for Batman to take you away from their loving grasp. "But who do you really love, sweetie? Mommy, or Daddy? It better be me.
Killer Croc: He is Clingy, Obsessive, Overprotective, and Self-Indulgent. His fear of being inadequate and being seen as nothing but a monster, [which is why he does crimes. If you see me as a monster, maybe I am a monster. Maybe I'll show you what a monster looks like.] is why he is all of those traits. He fears that the one person who is indifferent to him / nice to him [Reader, or You,] would be eventually changed to fear him by Batman. Killer Croc would be the type to baby you, even dumb-ifying you if that makes sense. His fear of inadequacy makes him put restraints on you, even once we're past the escape phase, putting gloves on you, being Overprotective so much, because he wants to keep his little baby safe. He sees you as a 'baby' because of your indifference to him being a mutant of sorts, and sees that indifference as naivety. He craves your approval and needs you to need him to do everything for you, hence, his baby-ing. Just let him control your every action and love him for it, okay?
Scarecrow: He is Impulsive, Manipulative, Obsessive, and just a bit Sadistic. He's less likely to experiment on such a nice darling who knows that he was a professor or wants to learn more about what he taught, but punishment wise... He's not afraid to use fear gas. He doesn't want to use fear gas on you, more complacent to study his own psychology, and why he's obsessed with you, and he can't study that if the subject is missing his child... He's impulsively manipulative in the way that he's immediately jumping to a plan to manipulate Reader into coming into his grasp. He just wants to put you in a little container and watch everything you do, just to study you like a little pet. Just make sure you don't run away, m'kay?
Penguin: He is very Clingy, Overprotective, and Impulsive. He's been betrayed over and over again by people he thought he could trust, been kicked out of the society he tries and desperately wishes to join, so when he finds a darling who gives no shits, and cares not for what he is, so long as he is a good person? He impulsively falls into a platonic love, wishing to become the parent he wishes he could have, and what kind of parent would he be if he didn't protect his kiddo? He wouldn't let you out at all, fearing the upper-class or BATMAN might get their insufferable claws into you, sinking fear of him into you. Not quite like Killer Croc, because Killer Croc is fearful because he is seen as a monster, Penguin is scared that you'll learn of his crimes and become afraid of him, and that would simply break his heart. As soon as he has an opportunity to take you away from the society, he will kidnap you.
"You're so crazy, I want to crack your skull open and analyze that brain of yours."
"As long as you let me carve your heart out after, doctor."
"of course, my doll."
"Ha, you fit right into Arkham Asylum. How did you escape your room? Why did they put a nut job in charge of the nuthouse?"
"Careful now Harley, I love our time together but I will not hesitate to carve out that beautiful tongue of yours for speaking that way to me. You're not my colleague anymore, you're my plaything now."
Summary: Walking into his workroom, Jonathan Crane finds himself subjected to holiday cheer at the hands of his determined partner. (An exchange gift for the lovely @cooldreamyfox 💖)
Harley Quinn Series Jonathan Crane X Spouse Reader
The Riddler was particularly alarmed when an old coworker and friend's spouse reached out to him after a long time.
It's been a long time, I know I know 😭
"So... You're telling me you wanna bring 'im back to life?"
"Yes." You answered firmly.
"Well, honey, I'm not the man for the job."
Now Edward thinks that it's not in the realm of impossibility at all, when there's crazy shit everywhere in Gotham but why him? There's the Lazarus Pit, the fucking nutjobs with powers, why don't you go bother them?
"I believe you have abundance of abilities that would be of help to me and you're the most intelligent man I know."
Edward raises a brow with a lopsided grin. Ohohoho, now you were pulling the flattery card— those were always his favourite. He doesn't need them at all, he has a pillar of support holding the weight of his confidence, but it does not hurt to hear the others state the obvious.
The Riddler replies, coyly dragging his words. "I don't know about you, but there's Lex Luthor--"
"As if that man ever achieved anything. He just throws money and expects his inventions to come to fruition—" You're not wrong. But that's not quite what he wants to hear. "— But you, you actually make progress."
"Hmm... Right. Tell me everything." Edward leans his arm against the table.
And you have told him everything. He always knew there was something more about you that meets the eye-- I mean, you're fucking married to Jonathan Crane. How could the most generic, sane-looking person be with someone like him? As they say, you are what you love.
Y/N L/N-Crane, Gotham Uni graduate with a degree of Psychology. No discernable background relevant to Edward, other than being affiliated with Jonathan and in turn, associated with the rogues. Scarecrow had put out a note to his other coworkers not to harm you, lest they want to make their lives a living hell. Now that he's dead, his threat was no longer effective, but out of respect and not really having any problems with you, they still abide by it. It is not like they can still use you against Jonathan anyways, but Edward digresses.
"So you're saying that you want to become the next Mister Freeze and bring your dead husband back to life?"
You chuckled, seems like the first time you did after all these times but it never sounded natural in your ears. Funny that he say that, Mister Freeze had actually lent you his equipment suited to preserve Jonathan... Or at least, what's left of him.
Freeze empathizes with you losing the love of your life, he understood just how painful it is. By this, he pulled you in to cope the way he does, locking your spouse's corpse in a low temperature pod in hopes of finding a way to bring them back. It wasn't healthy, but it is only what you have. But you figured it did not had to be that way, to endlessly cry before an embodiment of your grief preserved in a pod for the rest of your days. No, you were determined to bring him back, just as Freeze was.
Meanwhile Edward is particularly stoked you reached out to him, stroke his ego and consult him about a project you would be making— of course you should consult him! He's the smart one, forget the professionals, clearly he is most superior! Oh resurrection? Oh he might just work on it as well. Count him in! Oh he hasn't worked on a new project for a long time, this would be good to dip himself in the water again.
"When do we begin?"
~•~
You are a bright chemist, as Edward had come to discover, no wonder you caught Jonathan's eye despite graduating with a psychology degree. You are no Edward Nygma, of course no one can be as briliant as Edward Nygma, but he has to qualms to point out certain aspects of you he considered impressive. He can admit that you know your stuff pretty well without bruising his ego.
You thought of everything. You ruled out the Lazarus Pit as an option to resurrect due to its unpredictable nature and not to mention, the madness that comes with it. In general, magic was out of the option because you would not fuck with the unfamiliar waters, no that is not your field at all, what use would your science background do other than hanging prettily on your wall? Of course you would make use of it.
Is it possible to bring one back to life? The life long question in which science and the supernatural has their very own answers to. Frankenstein by Mary Shelley had answered the question of what would happen if one were to play god and control life itself, but your do not want to play god nor create life, you just want your Jonathan back. Besides, it did not go well for Doctor Frankenstein but maybe it was the point of it all, to dare tap into the impossible, borderline unnatural, supernatural even, breaking ethics, ruining the natural flaw of vitality of everything. But perhaps it was Frankenstein's neglect, lack of self-awareness, responsibility and accountability that caused him his downfall. Oh, and he's a fucking dropout.
It was wild how you can compare fiction into your life in a manner that is not figurative. You are here planning to bring your Jonathan back to life on a Tuesday night in Gotham City in your basement after having tea with the Riddler. You were no architect and an engineer, and so Edward was called in to design some things from you, perhaps gain feedback from him. He knows his stuff despite not having a degree of it at all and you trust him... Funding was not a problem at all, you have a few materials kindly provided by Victor Fries. After he had passed and successfully healed Nora, he had you in his mind. The low temperature preservation pods, various chemicals, the lair, the freeze ray, the suit... Riddler was not far off when he said you might be the next Mister Freeze. Hopefully not for long.
"Right, so that's the design. Promotes a good flow of necessary fluids, the vital signifier, control panels, Jonny boy's fishtank..."
Looking over a blueprint, the design was doable for Edward to construct in a matter of days and enough for you to make important phone calls for willing participants to contribute a little helping hand for this little project of yours.
So how do you plan to bring him back to life? A mix of both. You meant it when you said you would never fuck with the supernatural, but you also recognise the limitation of science. His body is beyond saving but you will be stopping at nothing to bring him back. You planned to clone his body and give him his old memories. Obtaining his old memories and consciousness is something science cannot do and you turn to the last thing you dreaded to even think about.
Klarion the Witch Boy was out of the option, too unpredictable in your taste. Zatanna does not fuck with this particular side of magic and not to mention, how she would not even involve herself with the likes of you. John Constantine, too drunk to function, moreover, how he'd attempt to fuck every breathing thing... Doctor Psycho specialises in the human mind, but would he be capable of transferring memories and consciousness to another body? You want Jonathan fully healed in a different body as himself, not a clone with his memories. Would he be willing to help? Why would he help you? Would it possible for you to see your Jonathan ever again, or is it just a copy of him you are creating? Fucking hell, is he even capable of such a thing—
"Hey, hey," fingers snapping grounds your back. His hand is on your shoulder. Edward was a touch offended when you began dazing off, how dare you? Though he bit back the remark slots on his tongue by the sight of you flinching. "Stay with me okay?"
You blinked, grounding yourself back to the living realm. "Right..."
~•~
"So what was it like with Crane?"
"Pardon?"
In the midst of you tweaking some gears into the machine, Edward sounds off behind you, having been bored out of his mind after finishing his handiwork early. He found himself drumming the screw driver against a pipe, texting Clock King (he was unfortunately offline), when he laid his eyes on you. With no connection other than Jonathan, he gives it a go. Could be fun to reopen some wounds.
He repeats himself. "What was it like with Crane?"
"Mundane at best. I was the closest thing he has to normalcy since his workplace is catastrophic."
"How'd you met?"
"Uni."
"Why did he chose you?"
"Dunno."
"Why choose him?"
"I have questionable standards."
"You aren't much of a conversationalist, are you?"
"Yes."
Edward should be irked, but he isn't. He was that bored.
"Come on, work with me on something here. I don't like being bored," He sighs, draping himself on his seat, limbs sprawled out. "Monosyllabic much?"
"Occasionally. That was five syllables just about now." A lopsided grin was present at the last sentence, but you relent. "What was he like in the workplace?"
Ahhh, there it is. Edward could work with that.
"Maybe the most tolerable I find. He wasn't much of a bitch, but he can be a bit talkative."
"And you aren't?" You snorted, eyes still fixed on the contraption you were building.
"Touchè," Edward smirks. "The most that stood out to me the most though, was that one Villy's three or four years ago. Ya know, when you were outed in the public?"
You remembered. The ordeal was not easy for you, nor Jonathan. You've been together for a decade and married five years into it. You have been kept away from the public's eye and Jonathan was adamant to keep it that way. One day, someone spotted you. With a single picture, you were in the middle of the spotlight, front page, headlines. What was supposed to be a private matter, came to light when a single photo was snapped with the two of you holding hands, wedding bands visible. The Villy's were just around the corner and you were hot shit, you were nominated to be the best couple, despite your civilian status. Harley Quinn, who was Joker's then-girlfriend, did not take it well.
"The Villy's, you know how rigged it is right? And yet you won the best couple with no strings attached." Edward says. Back then he was amused at the fact that the couple who want nothing to do with the spotlight winning.
"Joker and Harley proceeded to make our lives a living hell. Nothing life-threatening, just general inconvenience..." You sighed, the memories resurfacing. Then you retract your statement. "No, I almost died on laughing gas. Couldn't breathe, was laughing too hard, broke a rib. Jon had to sedate me and make an antidote, then took me to the hospital for my broken rib."
"I remember. I overheard Jonny telling Bane about it." Edward noted how Jonathan was close to crying when he told Bane. He felt a little sorry for the guy, before going about his day. "Was Harley that did that?"
"I don't know." You shrugged.
"Has she apologized for it?" Harley has been going about her 'character arc' lately, with her break up with the Joker, her get together with Ivy and all that.
"No." There you were again, monosyllabic— a sign that the topic was getting a touch too personal.
"Do you still miss him?" It slips from Edward before he can even think about it. He was met by your deadpan gaze, before you gesture at the device you have been working on. The 'Bring my husband back' machine. Oh duh.
"So how are you and Clock King?" You opted to divert the conversation. At least then he'd be more elated to talk about that.
Edward grins, his expression shifting into something so dreamy. "He is so good to me. Just. The best. Just this morning I woke up to breakfast in bed, he is just a sweetheart. I just know I have to marry him."
"You guys should have won the Villy's," you dropped, whilst still tending to testing the mechanism of the device, before readjusting another set of screws.
"Right?" Edward exclaims. "If Harley and Ivy didn't show up up stage, that should have been a disqualification and the runner-up winner should have gotten it. But of course, Joker had to be a self-centred dick." He groans, rolling his eyes. "CK was upset but he got over it. The Villy's rigged anyway and we don't really need it."
"If I were a rogue though, I would have voted for you." You briefly looked up, seeing just how lit Edward's eyes were at the matter of his boyfriend.
"Why thank you," he limps a hand at your direction, before fishing for something in his pocket. With his phone in hand, he began pressing some keys before he holds it in front of you. "This was our third date. He baked us some sweets and we had tea. He is soooo good at cooking and baking ugh, I'd bring some if I can. You just got to try them."
You find yourself smiling at the sight of the happy couple posing in front of the camera, Edward's hand draped on Clock King's shoulder. Good for them.
The contraption was complete and functioning, though you can't find it within you to feel successful. Edward, on the other hand, was his usual self— taking pride of what he has constructed.
"Not bad for a psychologist slash chemist. I might make an engineer out of you yet." Edward gives you an impressed, lop-sided grin as he looks down on the mechanism you made.
You only give him a smile, void of any emotions whatsoever.
"Quick question," Edward knows it within himself nothing about his query is quick. "Do you think old Jonny boy would want to see you..." He vaguely gestures at your form, darkened gaze, bloodshot eyes, exhausted, lethargic, tired, every synonym of it just to drive a point. "Like this?"
Edward gets up, giving you a firm pat on your back, before picking up the apparatus. He proceeds to install it the main machine to get it to run. The 'Bring back my husband' machine whirs to life, the cogs and gears turning, pumps shifting. Edward takes a step back to admire his— er, your (plural)— your handiwork.
~•~
The day came, the apparatus was complete and in order. All that was needed to be done was to do something out of your control and put of your abilities. You settled on cloning the body— you've already made calls to Dr. Psycho for an appointment, transfer everything from John's old body to his new one and to ensure this would not be a case of a clone with Jon's memories, you had to reiterate that.
It was risky. You were unsure. There's no doubt that resurrection is not possible, everyone who had died around you had came back, though not all of them came back right. A seed of doubt was sewn in your mind, though pushed back.
The question did not come from a place of concern (or so he thinks), he just wanted to fuck with your mind. With all the uncertainty lingering in mind, there's bound to be an interesting reaction. He was met with yet again, your dead gaze. Somehow Jonathan in his little pod was looking livelier than you are.
"No."
There was an air of finality to it, wanting not to elaborate further as you step forward to tend to the machine. There was nothing wrong with it, you just wanted to avoid him and his prying. Edward getting under your skin had never gone unnoticed, but it was best to disregard him, lest it should egg him on to poke further. You were above snapping at him, not to mention, you don't even have the energy to take his jabs to heart.
Exhaustion glazed eyes glanced at the body in the tank. An imitation of your husband sloshed in it. This wasn't him, you knew, but you just wanted to have something in his absence.
You won't deny that he had successfully made that seed of doubt in your mind to flourish. It didn't take your psychology degree to think that everything you were doing was in the place of grief. Self-awareness and all that, yet you still proceeded to lend the effort of constructing a machine in hopes to bring him back. It's all in the grieving process.
'Goodbye, my darling.'
Edward found himself raising a brow in shock, when you unplugged the machine, shutting it down. All your efforts, down the drain. All his effort. And yet he didn't feel it was all for nought. He stares at you, waiting for you to say something.
"Jonathan wouldn't like this." All you can do was shrug, he chuckles at this.
"And here I thought you'd be replacing Mr. Freeze." Edward remarks with a smirk. But then, one question remains.
CLONE DANNY OF EVERY HERO AND VILLAIN BUT THE BATFAMILY.
Danny was created like a Bio Android, think of Cell. Kind of like Amazo but more in a biological way, then mechanical. While they search for ghost and making sure they are not ghost... Don't ask how they were just able to do it.
As example how miscellaneous the choices are:
It goes from Lex Luthor, Reverse Flash, Harley Quinn, Ares, Hawgirl/man, Scarecrow, Circe, Wonder Woman, Vandal Savage, Geo-Force Prince Brion Markov, Killer Frost, Count Vertigo, Prometheus, Black Canary, Martian Manhunter, Cheetah, Poison Ivy, Black Adam, Aquaman, Queen Bee, Deathstroke, Mera, Lois Lane, Killer Croc, Brainiac, Vixen, Black Manta and Green Lantern.
Just not
Klarion and the Whole Batfamily any Child heroes and the Joker. Even the Fentons are not that stupid to be near him.
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So while Danny was kind of unhappy how his life was going, it had not gone better.
He wished that his parents would understand his problems.
Well Desiree heard his wish and granted it, his genetic parents would learn what he has been through. With letters or a dokucment. From his portal meeting, his bad Christmas and every event of his life and the enemy fights, from. From the fanatical ghost hunter parents talking about to torture his ghost half, about the billionaire who tortured him and cloned him, the hunter who wants to skin him alive.
At first it was a really confusing moment for the parents, till they understood what had happened!
Over the time they got only short text what was new and when something special happen like a danny build a invention or had a new power. Or was hurt by a fight.
The parents started to form groups to find him, quarrels too as it was so many. So they fought each other or worked with each other, but all accepted he should be taken from the dangerous place he was. It goes from the royals for the young prince, the criminals and powerful people and even the Gods.
Danny never learns about it, he thought Desiree failed as his parents said nothing and just lived his life.
Here Comes in Bruce Wayne, after so many of his friends wanting him to find the child. He finally found him, and Bruce left to check on him before telling the rest about him.
It took Bruce a bit to find the young boy, Danny Fenton. He notice he was new and showed him around the town. And be even saw his hero from, looks like most of the DNA had gone to his transformation.
….Well He has black hair and blue eyes, it's JUST DIBS. The rest should accept it. He found him first.